Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Deakin,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.